The Grand Prince of House Hybern - Chapter 321

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< Episode 321>

For an unknown reason, the evil army stopped advancing right in front of the Phoenix Castle and set up camp.

However, Kazen did not open the gates or launch magical bombardments recklessly, because he could not know his opponent’s intentions.

We’ve been operating a small Black Rain unit for reconnaissance for the past week.

Another scout stormed into the Phoenix Castle command barracks.

“Chung! I’m reporting!”

Reports are coming in from almost every corner of the front.

Kazen was literally out of his mind.

“Have you discovered a new legion joining us this time?”

It was truly a stroke of luck that the legions suddenly stopped advancing and began to form a camp in a desperate situation where the walls had been breached.

But that luck was short-lived.

From the next day onwards, news of reinforcements from the Akje Army could be heard from all parts of the front line.

Even now, the Akje Army maintains troops that are nearly three times larger than the Lemadel Army.

If the reinforcements from the evil forces continued like this, the gap would have widened to a point where it would be meaningless to understand.

“Oh, no! It’s news of victory!”

“… … Victory?”

Kazen’s head is tilted at an odd angle.

There has been no battle since the Akje Army formed a large military camp.

Moreover, the Black Rain Unit’s guerrilla warfare and dragons had never been deployed.

Although there were occasional small-scale skirmishes between reconnaissance units, it was absurd to expect them to seek out the commander-in-chief’s command post.

“Report in detail.”

The guard took a deep breath and began to tell what he had seen.

“A large assault force of Wezail appeared near the lower reaches of the Belmem River. As soon as they appeared, they deployed their magic cannons and destroyed all the piers of the Beinen Bridge.”

“Bennen?”

The Beinen Bridge on the Belmem River is the most important transportation route connecting the south and the center.

If that huge and sturdy bridge breaks, then no matter how evil the army is, it will be impossible to advance unless they fly.

However, the scout’s expression was a bit strange.

“Magic Cannon? What does that mean?”

The battle fleet operated by the maritime kingdom of Wezail was a battle fleet that pursued traditional large ships and large cannons.

Of course, the cannons they operate are black cannons based on the power of gunpowder.

However, the border guard insisted on using the expression ‘magic cannon’, which is used when describing a horse.

“That was definitely not a normal cannon. Its destructive power was definitely that of a magic beam cannon.”

“Wezail… …?”

Although the Wezail were a traditional maritime power, they eventually fell to being a second-rate nation due to their lack of manufacturing technology for horse-drawn carriages.

At that moment, the head of the Magic Society, Oolod, pointed to the battle map.

“We are not in a position to discuss this or that right now. In any case, if they show up with a fleet capable of using magical bombardment, then we can call it a stroke of luck.”

“If the Beinen Bridge is cut, wouldn’t this be a golden opportunity to reclaim the Bellagio area?”

Oolod nodded thoughtfully to the wizard’s cautious question.

“The fact that they deployed their fleet downstream of the Belmem River rather than the sea can be seen as an expression of their intention to utilize the river’s tributaries.”

Their raiding fleets could appear anywhere on the river’s tributaries, except in the upper reaches where the river narrowed and the current became faster.

In fact, the entire southern part of Lemadel is within the operational radius.

“We must make contact with that Wezail fleet at all costs. If we can conduct a joint operation with them, there is at least a glimmer of hope.”

As O-O-L-O-L-O quickly made a seal, magical light spread all over the battlefield map.

The place he had marked with his luminescent magic was the point where a large number of legionaries were gathering from all over the continent.

“Look. They’re all close to the tributaries of the Belmem River. If we just keep harassing them with hit-and-run distraction tactics… … their front lines will be dozens in no time.”

In a situation where it was not known when the assault fleet’s artillery fire would arrive, an advance would be out of the question.

Kazen’s menacing gaze, filled with blazing heat, turned back to the guard.

“Is there any way to contact the person leading the Wezail battleship?”

But the guard immediately took something out of his bosom.

It was a blue scroll with the words “Haecheon” (海天) clearly written on it.

O’Allod’s expression quickly turns into joy.

“Oh! You mean we’ve already made contact?”

Kazen, who had been hurriedly scrolling through the information to check it, soon froze with a bewildered expression.

Oolod also tilted his head at Kazen’s reaction.

“What’s going on? Can I check it out too?”

“… … .”

O’Allod silently checked the scroll that Kazen had handed him, and then both of them fell into a daze.

< How have you been, Ruin? My brother is here. -Lances Baller>

“What is this… … .”

Kazen smiling bitterly.

“It seems like my son has done something wrong again. I think it will be resolved if we send a magic scholar who can communicate with magic to the Wezail side.”

“Yes, I will do it right now!”

* * *

The situation was solidifying into a tedious war of attrition.

The Lemadel Army was achieving many results through joint operations with the newly joined Wezail assault fleet and the Black Rain unit, but that was all.

Such a diversionary operation could only delay or hinder the confluence of the evil forces, but could not fundamentally stop the great flow, that is, the confluence itself.

Somehow, the evil forces continued to join in, and eventually, the entire vast grassland area in front of the Phoenix Castle became the evil forces’ camp.

As far as the eye can see, the entire space is covered in black with the barracks of the legionnaires.

The endless waves of people and the pressure of that huge army were enough to fill the hearts of the Lemadel soldiers with extreme fear.

Fearless legionnaires.

The legionnaires, whose souls had already been devoured by the devil, were ferocious monsters that blindly charged forward even when they were cut and stabbed.

What further puzzled Lemadel’s commanders was that the Akje army was an army that did not consume provisions.

When they starve to death, they are reborn as even more powerful soldiers, or undead.

The evidence of this is the green ghost that is gradually growing stronger throughout the vast campsite.

As the number of undead, immortal monsters that could not die, increased, the commanders of the Lemadel Army became more and more passive.

Because it was right to thoroughly defend the position even if supplies were exhausted rather than repeating battles that were strategically unprofitable.

But they all knew.

That way we can never end this war.

Eventually, as this deadlock continued, the Rotationalists, who called for a single, all-out battle, a grand battle, gained power.

The commanders of the rotating wave were putting strong pressure on the king’s standard-bearer, the Lion King, but Kazen could not move easily.

Labellange.

A being that has never properly participated in battle until now.

If the necromancer, who was fighting the great magician and the sole knight on equal footing, were to appear on the battlefield again, all strategies and tactics would immediately become meaningless.

Furthermore, the evil emperor leading that huge army was estimated to be even stronger than that.

It was impossible to take reckless offensive tactics while Theamaras, who was not even a transcendent being of a similar level, but was much stronger, was still alive.

The entire army was caught in a situation where they couldn’t do anything because of the existence of just one or two transcendent beings.

As Kazen was unable to take his eyes off the battle map, the sound of horns rang out from all sides of the castle.

Phew oh oh oh oh!

Kazen, who had burst out of the command barracks, shouted at the sentry guarding the ‘Eyes of the Phoenix’.

“What’s going on!”

“Hey, hey, they’re advancing! They’re advancing!”

Kazen hurriedly looked up at the western sky.

The sun was clearly setting.

It means night soon.

Kazen bit his lip tenaciously, shaking off the shiver running down his spine.

A full-scale offensive at night, not even a surprise attack?

This was clearly not a common tactic.

Oolod, who arrived at Kazen’s command barracks using his flash magic, quickly extended his hand.

Pot!

The place where Kazen arrived with the support of the magic of O-O-Rod was on top of a huge castle wall.

A wave of legions with no end in sight.

The sight of them rushing forward, destroying their own barracks, felt more like an absurd natural disaster.

A black tsunami that seemed as if it would swallow up the world.

“Gah, why are you suddenly launching such a grand offensive… …!”

Even the greatest of the wise men leading the modern-day magical civilization felt a shock that seemed to be causing them to lose their minds.

It was a grand offensive that seemed like any operation would be meaningless, but Kazen gritted his teeth and commanded the soldiers on the walls.

“All forces! I order you to fight with all your might!”

total war.

A tactic that never looks back, mobilizing everything, including arrows, gunpowder, oil, and shells, just in case.

As a commander stationed on Mercury, Kazen gave an order that was not an easy decision to make.

however.

“That, that is… … !”

A soldier was shaking and shivering all over.

The sky reflecting a distant sunset.

The vast western sky was slowly turning a deep green.

The necromancer, Labelanger, appeared.

Oolod’s hand, holding the staff, was shaking incessantly due to the overwhelming presence.

“That can’t be… … .”

Although he had heard a lot about the existence of necromancers, O’Allod had some doubts deep down.

Now, I am actually seeing the true face of a necromancer.

All these vivid testimonies were rather insufficient.

In that way, O-O-L-O-L-O was staring blankly at the endless stream of ghosts gathering at the master’s command.

However, Kazen’s gaze was fixed in a different direction.

Oolod, who had been observing his gaze, opened his mouth as he remembered.

“… … !”

It was a ‘something’ flying around, emitting a dull red light.

If the long, writhing body could be seen at a glance from this great distance, it must have been as large as a dragon.

Kazen muttered in a daze as he looked at the red monster flying in the sky, wriggling like an earthworm.

“worm…….”

Kazen shouts like lightning towards O-O-Rod.

“Magic! Gather your magic power and perform the spell right now!”

Immediately, O’Allod begins to perform the ritual.

But soon he looked at Kazen with a puzzled face.

“What, what the heck is going on…?”

Oolod, the leader of the current magical civilization and the great sage of humanity, was unable to perform the ritual.

Kazen screams at the four horsemen stationed on the wall.

“Stop deploying the magic cannons! Stop deploying! Stop deploying! Stop firing!”

Swarms of red bugs began to appear one by one.

And the center of those bugs.

Even though they were far away, Kazen could clearly feel his gaze.

The evil emperor was looking at the lion king.